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"Ambush! Shields!" Lin Feng shouted, leaping off his horse and grabbing the round shield next to the saddle to protect himself.

"Thud thud thud!" Arrows rained down, embedding themselves in shields, rocks, and the ground. Two guards, reacting slightly slower, screamed as they fell to the ground, struck by arrows.

"Form ranks! Retreat towards the main road!" Lin Feng commanded while using his shield to deflect arrows.

The enemy has the advantage of high ground and their arrows are dense; a direct confrontation would be suicidal.

The remaining eight guards, though startled, remained calm and quickly used their horses and rocks as cover, shields to protect their vitals, and slowly moved back in the direction they had come from while retaliating with their bows and crossbows.

"Kill them! Don't let a single one escape!"

On the steep northeast path, shouts of battle arose, and about a dozen men dressed in multicolored leather robes and hats, carrying curved knives and bows and arrows, leaped out from their hiding places and rushed down the steep path! Judging from their attire, they were Di Rong people!

The twenty or thirty riders who charged from the northwest valley also arrived. The riders were all dressed in black and masked, holding standard sabers. They were the assassins that Feng Kun had raised!

The Di Rong people! Feng Kun's assassins! They really did collude and set up an ambush here! Their target was clear: Lin Feng and this squad!

"Commander! We're surrounded!" a soldier shouted urgently, his arm already grazed by a stray arrow.

Lin Feng's eyes were icy. The enemy outnumbered them three to one, had the advantage of terrain, and launched a surprise ambush.

We cannot linger in battle; we must break through as quickly as possible and rendezvous with Captain Yang and his convoy on the official road!

"Signal! Have the convoy move this way to provide support!"

The guards immediately lit the warning fireworks they carried.

"Sizzle—Boom!" A red firework exploded in the gloomy sky, standing out conspicuously.

"Charge with me!" Lin Feng spotted a brief gap in the road between the steep path where the Di Rong people were rushing down and the fork in the official road, where the defenses were relatively weak due to a rockfall.

He gave a low shout, held the shield in his left hand to protect his head and face, and drew the long sword from his waist with his right hand. His figure was as fast as lightning, and he rushed towards the gap first!

With a flash of the blade, a Di Rong man who had charged forward was cleaved in two, sword and all!

"Stop him!" one of Feng Kun's henchmen shouted, and several riders turned their horses around, brandishing their swords, and charged towards Lin Feng.

Meanwhile, arrows continued to rain down from both sides.

"Protect the squad leader!" The remaining seven guards roared and followed, using their bodies and shields to block arrows from the flanks for Lin Feng, and fighting fiercely with the charging assassins and Di Rong people. In an instant, two more guards fell.

Lin Feng had already rushed into the gap, his long sword transforming into a swirling ball of snow light. Wherever he passed, men and horses fell, and no one could stop him even a step!

His footwork was unpredictable, weaving through the rocks and enemy cavalry, targeting the horses' legs and the wrists of the enemies holding weapons, not seeking to kill the enemy, but only to open a path!

"Stop that guy in black! He's the leader!" A scarred man who looked like a leader among the Di Rong people shouted in broken Mandarin, nocking an arrow and aiming at Lin Feng's vest.

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Lin Feng suddenly lunged to the side and fell to the ground. The arrow grazed his shoulder and embedded itself in the rock behind him.

He rolled on the spot, almost reaching the edge of the gap, and with a backhand slash, cut down a suicide soldier who was trying to block him, along with his horse's leg!

The breach has been opened! The main road fork is less than thirty feet ahead!

"Go!" Lin Feng roared to the five remaining guards behind him, then turned around and fired several arrows, shooting down several of the closest enemies to cover the retreat of his guards.

Five guards rushed toward the breach with tears in their eyes.

"Trying to leave? Leave your life behind!"

The scarred Di Rong leader grinned and drew his bow again, this time firing three arrows in quick succession, targeting Lin Feng from the upper, middle, and lower parts of his body!

At the same time, several of Feng Kun's loyal followers abandoned their personal guards and fearlessly rushed towards Lin Feng!

Lin Feng's pupils contracted. These three arrows came so fast and so cunningly, sealing off all his room to dodge! He suddenly threw the shield in his hand at the arrows above, while leaning back sharply to make a bridge-like maneuver, dodging the arrow in the middle. But the arrow below was already at his lower abdomen!

At the critical moment, a dark figure swooped down from the side like a large bird, a flash of light in his hand, and with a clang, deflected the deadly arrow! It was Captain Yang!

He heard the whistling arrows and shouts of battle, and saw the fireworks. He then led his ten personal guards back from the direction of the official road!

"Captain! Mount your horses!" Captain Yang roared hoarsely.

He had already been struck in the shoulder by an arrow, his armor stained with blood, yet he continued to fight to the death, his blade flashing like a bolt of lightning, blocking the onrushing assassins.

Taking advantage of the moment, Lin Feng leaped to his feet, snatched an unclaimed warhorse, and mounted it. "Captain Yang, retreat!"

"You go first! I'll cover the rear!" Captain Yang shouted, leading a few of his personal guards to hold off the pursuers.

Lin Feng knew this was not the time for sentimentality. He spurred his horse, and the warhorse neighed as it galloped toward the official road.

When the Di Rong people and assassins who were lying in ambush saw that Lin Feng was about to run away, they became even more frenzied and shot arrows at him like raindrops.

Captain Yang and several of his personal guards who were covering the rear were hit by arrows one after another and fell down screaming.

Lin Feng lay prone on horseback, sensing the strong wind coming from behind, and occasionally swung his sword to deflect stray arrows.

Just as they were about to reach the official road, a Di Rong archer suddenly appeared from behind a mound diagonally in front of them. His bowstring was fully drawn, and the cold arrow was aimed at the head of the warhorse beneath Lin Feng!

If this arrow hits its mark, the warhorse will die instantly, and Lin Feng will be thrown off and trapped in the encirclement!

Just as the arrow was about to leave the bowstring, a silver light, like a shooting star in the night, shot from the direction of the official road and accurately pierced the throat of the Di Rong archer!

The archer froze, the bowstring snapped, and the arrow flew crookedly into the ground.

It's Bai Xiaohe's silver hairpin!

Before Lin Feng could turn around, his warhorse had already charged onto the official road.

Not far away, a convoy was forming a circular formation and moving rapidly toward them.

On the carriage shaft, Bai Xiaohe's face was pale, and she was still clutching another silver hairpin in her hand. Su Wanyue lifted the carriage curtain, her face full of panic.

Old Zhao and his thirty personal guards drew their swords, nocked their bows, and stood ready for battle.

"Provide cover for Captain Yang!" Lin Feng shouted to the convoy, then turned his horse around, drew his bow again, and fired a volley of arrows at the closest enemies, temporarily halting their offensive.

Half of the personal guards in the convoy charged forward, roaring, and rescued Captain Yang, who was covered in blood and staggering back, along with the last two guards who were covering the rear.

The rest of the men unleashed a barrage of arrows to suppress the pursuers.